I'm Losing Your Balance

Leave me alone, this cannot be
I don't want you, can't you see
I'm not as wonderful as you say
In fact I'm not perfect in any way
You're obsessed with me and now I'm scared of you
Because if I mess up, what will you do
You make it up to me whether you're happy or not
So now if I'm sad, you have suicidal thoughts
I can't give to you what you thrive
And I can no longer keep balance in both our lives



Again please, my friends if you're reading this, don't think much into it. It is about a friend of mine and if you know me it's pretty obvious who, but he doesn't know about my poetry blog so I'm ok. Any ways, I want to explain the title. You see it's his fault that I'm in this situation, he really really loves me, but I don't feel the same and I'm still doing the best I can to keep our friendship (the balance). So I'm losing his balance because he's the one who has caused the need for a balance and I'm the one ruining it.

Comprimising

Going through the motions, knowing it's a lie
Nothings getting better, why do I still try
I want to make them happy and I don't care what that means
My emotions might be comprimised, but I know that's what the need
Sometimes you shouldn't settle, if only this I known
I wouldn't be surrounded, yet still destined to be alone



Man am I having a day. I've been rather frustrated all day and the only way to get it out of me was for me to write poetry. And as a result I have two poems about the same topic. I must be pretty bold posting them both and I hope my friends don't take it personlly because I love you all, it just seems different now that Nicole is gone.

Valentine's Eve

Did I do the wrong thing, did I say the wrong words
Was I even really heard
I love him, but he loves another
I miss the days when we loved each other
It's not like I couldn't get a different guy
But that relationship would be a lie
For he is the one my heart desires
He is the one I truelly adrmire
Yet, no use crying over a love that's gone
I'll dry my tears, I will move on



Well it's the day before Valentine's Day, which is how the poem got its name. This is pretty much how I feel right now, because I gave someone a Valentine's Day card and I'm starting to think that I wrote too much in it and that the feelings may not be returned. Or maybe I just put the guy in akward postion because he might feel that he has to get me something now, which is so not true. I just wanted him to know how I felt. Grrr I need to stop doubting myself.